Drifting From Dreams
Back when
all that laid ahead
were the unheard
tales of time
tensely twirling
towards tomorrow.
Where our
hollow heedless
heads of hope
would wistfully
follow.
Still strumming
out their
stammering
starless streams
of desolate
undecided
dreams.
Then bashfully
burn out
into bittersweet
beams of
belittlement.
Copyright © Hayden Mccain | Year Posted 2022
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